’ Hilary eyed him. I’m rather scornful. The windows of these rooms were obscured with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their mantels were of a class apart. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. She’s already spoken for. He was consumed with desire. Sir John looked about him, and somehow the laugh died away. “I love you, Anna, and I want you for my wife. ” “I don’t care how we meet,” she said. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear.
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